“Each species is a masterpiece, a creation assembled with extreme care and genius.” – E.O. Wilson
“The clearest way into the Universe, is through a forest wilderness.” -John Muir
The purpose of this blog is for me to share my photos and observations of the plants and animals I see as I travel the world. I live and work in Osaka, Japan. My career as an educator in international schools has given me the opportunity to learn about creatures on many continents. I believe it is important to be able to identify and understand the plants and animals one sees. It makes my life richer and more interesting.
As I get older I find myself wanting the peace and solitude of wilderness. I am now understanding the great American nature writers like Aldo Leopold, Edward Abbey, and John Voelker when they say that nature refreshes the soul. I do get recharged by looking at and experiencing nature. In my busy life running schools and being a father and husband, I do like to find time to reflect and turn my attention to the natural world.
I have always had an interest in nature. I have a degree in biology from Adrian College (MI – USA) and have spent many summers working on environmental projects. I am an avid birder and tree lover! That is one of the nicest things about living abroad is that every few years, I get a whole new set of organisms to observe. I wish I had the internet and this blog with my posts in Australia and Venezuela. Perhaps some day I’ll upload all the photos and text to a blog. I did capture much of the wilderness of Serbia. The photo on the header of this blog is from a hike in the Stara Planina Mountain range on the border of Serbia and Bulgaria.
I hope you enjoy the blog and I will leave you with one of my favorite poems, from fellow Yooper, John Voelker. I am not a fisherman, but I do understand what he is getting at with this piece.
TESTAMENT OF A FISHERMAN
I fish because I love to; because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid; and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant – and not nearly so much fun.